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[khanyienongogo]

Chapter 2

Me: "Oh my gosh." I said shakily. I was overwhelmed. Seeing a man's chest for the first time...I didn't know that a man could have this many abs. The other thing that was overwhelming me of course, was the fact that he was stitching himself up. I mean who does that? Isn't it painful? At least at the hospital he would've been sedated or something, and I may not be a doctor but I know that the needle needs to be sterilized first before it could puncture through skin otherwise you could get infected...right? The other thing that was starting to get clearer in my head was that this man didn't want to go to the hospital because maybe he didn't want to be answering questions about the incident that led to him getting stabbed. This meant that he either didn't want to attract attention to the person or people who did this to him or it could be that he was hiding something. Both of those reasons made me nervous...terrified actually...because I didn't know where it put me in all of this. Was I in danger from the person or people who attacked him, or was I in danger from the man standing in front of me half naked? A chill ran down my spine. Busisiwe you can be gullible sometimes, you should've minded your own damn business...look at you now...this man could kill you...and it would be so easy for him to kill you since he was such a giant with all those muscles and...abs. Seriously Busi?! Stop thinking about his abs or packs...whatever! You are in danger!

If you didn't know, I was having an inner debate with myself...I do that sometimes...well...okay I do that a lot but please don't judge. See? Issues! ..."who are you?" I finally asked taking a step back. I didn't like the way he was looking at me. His eyes showed no emotion whatsoever...they were blank. Seriously the guy looked scary even though you could see that he was holding back pain. You could see from the way he was gritting his teeth and the beads of sweat that were coating his forehead..."look...I helped you and you look...fine...to say the least. So I will just go okay?" I said taking a few steps back. His eyes were still on me...no emotion was reflected on them. He didn't move. But he did stand a little straighter. Oh my gosh! He was going to kill me. Run for you life Busi!

Him: "Don't leave. Stay. It is dark outside...danger for you." He said. Actually it was more like he growled at me. And why did he speak like this? It was like he didn't want to speak...or was it because he was in pain? Focus Busi. He said you're in danger.

Me: "Am I in danger? Is it because I helped you? Will the guys that attacked you come back for me? Look please...I was just trying to help...I'm a nice person...I've never harmed anyone before. I volunteer at church even though it has been a long time since I've prayed but I believe in God. I've never said anything bad about another person..." I paused..."okay that is a lie, I have said something bad about this girl in high school but it was one time, and only because she was being mean-."

Him: "Would you just shut the fuck up please!" He shouted frustratedly. I did what he asked..."goddamn woman! You talk too much." He stated. This guy was not nice...really people. Yes, I know I talk a lot but that only happens when I'm nervous or scared...so shoot me!

Me: "You're not nice." I told him weakly.

Him: "Yes I'm not nice. But you talk to much so talk less...okay?" Oh my gosh! He was so frustrating? I could really feel my face start to burn up in embarrassment and anger. Yes I was angry people. I folded my arms and glared at him.

Me: "Look here mister. Don't forget that not long ago you were on the street ground hurt and dying-."

Him: "I wasn't dying." He grunted. This guy!

Me: "Well it looked like you were dying to me. But that is beside the point. What I'm trying to point out is that when you were on the street ground hurt, I helped you okay? So stop being rude." I told him heatedly. He grunted and huffed annoyed.

Him: "Okay woman. I will stop being rude...happy now?"

Me: "My name is not woman, it is Busisiwe but you can call me Busi for short." I informed him cheekily. I was being brave on the outside but what I was actually scared on the inside. He huffed again in annoyance.

Him: "Whatever. I don't care. Just don't leave...not safe." He spoke in that weird and annoying way again. I really couldn't deal with this guy people.

Me: "Not safe from the people that stabbed you?" I asked shakily. The bravado I had just seconds ago was gone.

Him: "Nobody is going to hurt you." He vowed. I blinked. I didn't expect that. I mean you guys should've seen the way he said it. He really meant it..."I just mean...that it is dark outside...and it is not safe for a woman to be walking around...so you will sleep here and tomorrow morning I'll take you home...okay?" Oh my gosh! That was the longest I have heard him say anything since we've been here. Wait...did he just say that I'm going to be sleeping here? As in here...in his apartment? In his bed? What? No! He is crazy!

Me: "I'm not sleeping here!" I exclaimed.

Him: "Yes you are." He growled at me. He actually growled people. I couldn't believe this guy. Is it possible that I saved a lunatic?

Me: "Look, I have to go home. I will not sleep here." I said slowly. He bared his teeth at me.

Him: "Don't talk to me like that. I'm not stupid. You will sleep here, then in the morning I will take you home. End of story." He said with a final voice. And let me tell you, that voice was scary. I was in trouble people.

Me: "I don't understand why I have to sleep here though. I can take a cab, and a cab is safe. It will drop me off in front of my apartment building. And besides tomorrow I have classes in the morning so sleeping here won't be a possibility." I said satisfied with my answer. I mean I stated valid points.

Him: "You sleep here...end of story." He said glaring at me. I was lost for words..."I will finish stitching myself up, then I'll make you food. I'm sure you're hungry. Okay?" Was he being serious? Of course it is not okay!

Me: "No. it is not okay. Look I didn't sign up for this. I wouldn't have helped you if I knew you were this crazy. All I wanted to do was to get home take a long hot bath and then sleep. In that order. So please-."

Him: "I see no problem; you can take a bath and sleep here. When I'm finished stitching myself you can take a bath or shower...your choice. There are clean towels here so problem solved." He said shrugging. I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. Unbelievable!

Me: "You're crazy!" I exclaimed. He just shrugged..."and weird too."

Him: "I've been called worse so..." He shrugged again. I hated those shrugs... "and you talk too much, so shut up and sit your ass down, and let me finish this." He said pointing to his wound.

Me: "Do you know how crazy this situation is right? We're strangers! We don't know each other, strangers don't sleep at each other's places. And if you think we're going to sleep on the same bed, you've got another thing coming-."

Him: "Just calm the fuck down okay? You'll take the bed and I'll crash on the couch...happy?" I huffed..."and my name is Zanoxolo. So there, we're not strangers anymore."

Me: "That doesn't mean we stop being strangers." I pointed out.

Zano: "Fuck me! She's a pain in my ass." He muttered to himself. I'm sure I wasn't supposed to hear him but I did because his voice was so deep. I'm sure he was one of those guys who couldn't whisper even though they wanted to.

Me: "Excuse me?! I'm the pain in your ass?! I just want to go home-."

Zano: "Jeez woman! Are you still on about that? I told you that you're not going home tonight so sit your ass down now." He commanded in that scary voice of his. And you know what stupid old me did? I sat down.

Okay don't blame me people. I was scared...the guy was scary. You guys should come and be in my shoes and see what you would've done if that scary voice was directed at you..."and if you sneak off whilst I'm still busy here, I will hunt down your big ass and find you. And you wouldn't like what I'd do to you once I do find you." I shrunk down on the couch after he delivered that threat. I believed him people. He was serious. I could see it in his eyes. I really wouldn't like what he would do to my big ass when he found me if I sneaked off. I wasn't going to entertain the fact that he called my ass big...it was not the time. I was in deep shit people. I should've took the cab home from the restaurant...I shouldn't have walked. If I made it out here alive, I vowed that I would never walk home from the restaurant ever again. I didn't want a repeat of this. No thank you..."are we clear woman?" I nodded my head quickly. I'm pretty sure my eyes were wide in fear. He grunted..."give me your phone." He demanded. I took my phone out of my jean pocket with shaky fingers and he grabbed it out of my hands. He had such big hands. He could kill me with those hands. A chill ran through my body..."just in case you think of doing something stupid." He stated..."I've never talked so much in my life. Pain in my ass." He muttered to himself going back in the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and I released a shaky breath. He was such a mean ugly jerk bastard!...............

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[khanyienongogo]

Chapter 1 - “The Stranger”

It is now 10 pm and my shift at the restaurant just ended, so I'm walking home. The way I'm so tired you guys have no idea. I swear my feet are even breathing. My mother and I live in a two bedroom apartment, which is more or less a 20 minute walk distance from the restaurant. It is not far but if you're as tired as I am at the moment it seems very far. My friends always tell me how risky it is to walk by myself at night...they say I should get a taxi which is ridiculous because the restaurant is not that far from where I live for me to get a taxi and anyway taxis are scarce at this time of night. A cab is expensive especially at this time and unfortunately I don't have money to waste so walking will have to do. Yes, sometimes it does get a little scary to walk all by myself at night, especially when I see strange looking men wearing hoodies standing at the street corners, but on most nights the streets are vacant. My friends always tease me saying that with all the walking I do every night, I should've at least lost some weight. I also don't know why I haven't lost any weight. Back in high school I used to try everything that would make me lose weight so that I wouldn't get picked on. I would take diet pills and I would also do bingeing, but that is a story for another time. See? I told you I had issues. Anyway what I was trying to say is that all of those methods didn't help me lose weight...at all.

I picked up my pace, it was getting cold. I was already picturing myself taking a hot bath and going to sleep. I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow. The school work that needed to be done was just too much and having to waitress every single day after my classes didn't help either. The joy that is my life! I'm about to cross the street when I hear someone moaning. At first I don't mind it because at night you hear a lot of things. The moaning continues...it is more prominent now. I stop walking, firstly because I'm a little scared since you can never be too safe, and secondly because the person moaning is in pain. I look around trying to put a face to the moaning but I see no one...the streets are completely empty. The person moans louder and I edge closer to where I think the sound is coming from. When I get closer to the sound I see a body on the floor next to the big garbage bins. I pause and look around unsure. I'm contemplating if I should just turn around and pretend as if I didn't see anything or if I should find out what is wrong with the person who is obviously hurt on near the garbage bins. After what seems like a decade I edge closer to where the body is...I can't let someone die on my watch. I know some of you are probably calling me stupid for not turning around and walking home like I was doing before I heard the moans. But I couldn't do it people. I couldn't disregard this person who needed help.

Me: "Hey...are you fine?" I called out as I edged a little closer to the body. Even though I wanted to help the person, it didn't mean that I wasn't wary about the whole situation. I mean this person could be trouble. But nonetheless I was going to help. From what I could see, this was a man. The body was too big to be a woman. The man answered me with more moans and groans. I couldn't see properly because the lighting on this part was bad..."should I call the ambulance for you?" I got more moans and groans. I sighed. I walked closer until I reached him and I gasped loudly when I saw blood next to him on the concrete. It wasn't a lot of blood but it was still blood. Oh my gosh...oh my gosh...oh my gosh. I was freaking out! He is hurt! I mean I knew he was hurt when I heard the moaning but I didn't think blood was involved. Blood meant this was serious. I knelt down next to him not knowing what to do. The man had both his hands pressed against his stomach where he was hurt. His whole face, which I could see clearer since I was close to him, was contorted in pain..."I'm calling the ambulance" I announced with a panicked voice. The man shook his head. He was crazy if he thought I wasn't going to call the ambulance. I took out my phone out of my handbag with shaky hands.

Him: "Don't." He grunted forcefully in pain. I paused.

Me: "But you're hurt, the ambu-."

Him: "Don't." He said more forcefully than before. He tried to get up. Oh my gosh! This is a crazy person! I quickly pocketed my phone and tried to help him up. When I said tried, I meant every sense of the word, because the the man was so heavy and huge. He was a freaking giant! He finally got to his feet with his own might, because to tell you the truth getting him up was like pulling on concrete. He still had his hands pressing on his stomach...and blood was coating his hands. I wonder who did this to him? I mean the guy was a giant. I'm sure he had been ganged up or something because it would surely take a group of men to take on this guy.

Me: "I really think you should let me call an ambula-."

Him: "Shut up!" He barked harshly..."no hospitals." Oh my gosh! He's so rude! Did he just tell me to shut up when I'm trying to help him?! I should have left his ass and carried on home. He swayed on his feet and I tried to balance him out which led to us almost falling but he regained the balance for the both of us. Such a giant!

Me: "Um okay. At least tell me where you stay so I can help you get home." He grunted..."or I could just call an ambu-." He grunted out his address unhappily to me. You would think that he would be happy that someone was trying to help him. Jerk! Luckily I knew the place where he stayed, but it was way off from the way leading me home. Sigh! I led him towards the direction that went to his place...actually it was more like he was leading me. Who was hurt here? Me or him? This guy! We walked slowly towards his place. Every now and then, he would stop...grit his teeth and grunt in pain...then we would continue walking. I was starting to second guess myself ,because firstly, I should've called the ambulance despite his refusal. Secondly, I was walking a total stranger to his place. Yes, he was injured so it was unlikely that he would do something to me but there was a fact that he was a giant so he could overpower me if he wanted to even in his injured state. Thirdly, how was I going to get home? I mean by the time we reached his place, it would be too late, which meant that I had to spend my savings on getting a cab ride home. Damn! I huffed out loudly. He grunted. Jerk! Please remind me why I was helping him again?

We got to his place. He lived in more or less the same neighborhood as me. We got into the building. When I saw the lift, I nearly sagged in relief because I wouldn't have been able to hold him up the stairs, because during the walk to his place he had been getting weaker and weaker...so he was leaning his weight more and more on me now. And as I've said before the guy was a giant so you could imagine that state I was in. I was huffing and puffing everywhere in like a pig. Argh! I asked him his floor number and he grunted out the answer. I was also getting really irritated by his grunting. We got to his floor and he grunted out his room number. I huffed frustrated. I led him to his door. If you guys could've seen us we would've been a sight I'm telling you. I was literally struggling and Mr "don't call the ambulance" was not helping at all. After so many tries, I finally was was able to open his door. He stumbled in and went straight for the bathroom and locked himself in. Um...okay! I heard coming from the bathroom a lot of banging and of him grunting. This was for me to leave right? But guess what? My conscience wouldn't allow me to leave. I groaned. I went towards the bathroom and knocked. He grunted. Seriously?! What's up with this man? .... "um...look it's late so I need to go so..." I trailed off.

Him: "No." He responded roughly. What? Did he just say no? What does he mean no?

Me: "What?" I asked confused.

Him: "Stay. Don't. Leave." He commanded. I was so confused and a little scared. Why would he want me to stay?

Me: "Do you need help with the...you know..." I cleared my throat.

Him: "No. I'm fine. Just stay." Right after he grunted and groaned in pain. I frowned.

Me: "Open the door." I demanded annoyed with this whole situation. Silence greeted me..."if you don't open this door, I'm going to leave." I threatened weakly. I heard a huff then a grunt. He was annoyed with me..."okay then I guess I'm lea-." I was cut off by the opening of the bathroom door. My mouth was hanging open. Firstly, because he was half naked, I could see a whole lot of chest...abs...yes abs people! Believe it or not but this was my first time seeing a half naked man. The second reason why my mouth was hanging open was because I could see the wound across his middle where I guess he had been stabbed but that is not the reason for my mouth hanging open. What had my mouth hanging open was because the wound had stitches and he was holding a big ass needle in his hand. So all this time he had been stitching himself up. Oh my gosh! What had I gotten myself into? Who was this man........

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[khanyienongogo]

So this is not your typical love story, where girl meets boy and they fall head over heels for each other, and live happily ever after. The happily ever after might be a possibility in this story, but don't hold your breath. Don't worry yourselves, in this story there will be love since I know how much many of you love a love story, but this kind of love is going to be different from the type of love many of you know of or are used to. This type of love is so complicated...so dark...so intense...so dangerous...and so dirty. Need I say more? Some of you will call this type of love unhealthy, but what type of love do you expect to be formed between two very damaged individuals? I apologize I'm getting carried away. I haven't introduced myself yet! Sigh. Let me not be rude, so my name is Busisiwe. Most people call me Busi for short. I currently live with my mother, who is a single parent, and I don't know who my father is. I will not bore you with the details of what happened between my mother and my father, or the details of why I don't know my fathers...blah blah blah! This story is not about that. I'm 20 years old, a part time waitress at this restaurant called Cappies. I've been a waitress for two years now, and I'm doing my 2nd year in Economics. The reason for me working is because I basically support myself. The bursary that I got only covers for tuition and books. My mother told me when I had reached that age of 18 years that I would have to contribute to rent if I wanted to continue living with her, and also that I had to contribute on groceries. I'm sure this is shocking for some of you. Saying that my relationship with my mother is rocky is an understatement. Since I was young I don't remember my mother being the definition of what a mother is supposed to be to her child. At the age of 7 I was already looking out for myself, practically doing things for myself. My mother would leave me all by myself at home so that she could go out with her friends or go out with whoever she was dating at the time. So at a young age I had to be independent. For a long time I really thought how my mother was treating me was normal until I saw the type of relationships my friends had with their own mothers, then I knew that my mother was neglecting me. I don't know if the reason had to do with my father or what, but as I said that in this story we won't be talking about my father.

I don't know if the relationship that I have with my mother is the result for the many issues that I have, or is it the fact that ever since I was in primary and high school I got picked on a lot by other kids because of my weight. The getting picked on hasn't stopped by the way, but it is not as it was in primary and high school. Now I just get comments from people who think they have a say about how I look like when they don't...people are cruel like that. Or it could be that one of the reasons why I have these issues is because of my absent father. I don't know. But what I know is that I have issues. My mother, my friends and past boyfriends have never failed to remind me of that fact. About the past boyfriends part, well, I wouldn't say they were my boyfriends because they soon ran out of interest towards me when they realized that I wasn't going to be having sex with them. Thing is, I'm not good with relationships. For instance, check out the one I have with my mother...which is rocky...and also check out the one I have with my father...which is non existent. So how can I be able to hold onto a relationship? The other thing is the fact that I'm very insecure about how my body looks...you know because of the weight...so I always second guess myself which makes it hard for me to let the opposite sex to become intimate with me. All of my past boyfriends have ended up referring to me as being the "ice cold bitch". Not a nice name huh? Well that is my life. I literally have two friends since high school and I'm a 20 year old virgin, which my two friends never seem to stop teasing me about. In honest truth I don't see a problem with being a virgin, I mean I've heard about how sex is like from the stories my friends tell me and I've realized that I'm not missing much. When I say that to my friends they tell me that there is something wrong with me...that I have issues. So I guess I do have issues. You guys will have to decide that for yourselves as the story goes on...........

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